When he returned to the car, Zhong Jiuyin sent Qian Yu a message telling him that he had finished the inspection.
Qian Yu knew about Yan Cheng accompanying her to the hospital. When he told him in the morning, he was silent for a long time. The previous second was saying that Yan Cheng was not sincere in love, and the next second was saying that Yan Cheng was okay.
It's really changeable.
Qian Yu saw the news and replied that he knew and asked her to check it online again.
[Guo Mingli posted a sarcastic Weibo post, like a crazy crazy person, you go and check it out. By the way, check out the comments on his Weibo and interact with fans.]
She also specially reminded her: [Don't reply to questions related to love.]
She lowered her head and replied to the message. Yan Cheng asked her to wear a seat belt. Seeing that she didn't respond, she paused and leaned over to help tie it up.
He suddenly approached, and Zhong Jiuyin subconsciously leaned back, raising his hands to avoid touching.
"What are you doing? Don't be so anxious if you want to kiss. You haven't returned home yet."
"..." Yan Cheng glanced at her, and the seat belt clicked into the buckle. He retreated and said, "You want to get it beautiful."
OK, it turns out that I don't want to kiss.
Yan Cheng started the car, and he was always a little worried. He knew it was useless and asked again: "Are you really sure there is nothing wrong with you?"
It doesn't sound normal if there is a little blood left in the brain. If there is a problem with the brain, the situation is usually very serious.
Zhong Jiuyin didn't raise her head and said, "It's really not."
"Not having headaches, dizziness, tinnitus or something?"
"Didn't the doctor ask? No. I was so dizzy that I couldn't kiss last night."
“…You’re hypoxia.”
After Yan Cheng finished speaking, he stopped asking and focused on driving.
After Zhong Jiuyin replied to Qian Yu's news, he admired him as he drove, then lowered his head and went online according to Qian Yu's instructions.
She doesn't like to read rumors on the Internet, and it turns out that this habit has helped her filter out a lot of unhappy things.
Clicking in now is like the mailbox is being squeezed out, a large amount of information is in your eyes.
She picked and read some, mainly looking at friendly comments. Compared to the sarcastic ridicule, even the long list of dry hahahahaha is very interesting.
As she looked, she saw a strange comment.
[Shasha, who can understand? They both hit me hard. Saori, I really don't want to eat it, but yc looks so thin and can actually hold zjy for more than ten minutes]
She looked at it twice, and was a little confused, and turned her head to ask Yan Cheng: "Do you know what this means?"
She handed her phone over to him and pointed at "xp" with her fingertips.
Yan Cheng took the time to glance at him, his eyelids twitched, and he almost coughed because of his saliva.
"What does chip mean? The comments were posted by robots." He said casually.
Zhong Jiuyin was skeptical and began to make good use of search with her mobile phone.
After searching it, she suddenly realized: "That's what it means."
Yan Cheng calmly asked: "What?"
She used a down-to-earth example to explain: "It's the impulse I want to become an octopus."
Yan Cheng asked an incredible question: "What?"
The two words that are exactly the same as the previous sentence, but because of their different tones, express the meaning of being completely different.
Zhong Jiuyin thought he didn't understand, so he gave a serious example:
"For example, your clothes are worn very tightly, but I want to use something to get in with the cuffs, collars, and hem. Just like, octopus feet, many octopus feet, and at the same time..."
"Stop." Yan Cheng's eyes twitched wildly, thinking about whether she did it on purpose.
Whose good people talked about this issue halfway?
"Read less of those comments, it's not a good thing to use in abbreviations."
"Is this the same sentence?" She handed her phone over again.
There is a complimentary article on the screen of Yan Cheng: [Brother yc is so handsome, handsome and charming!]
Yan Cheng: "..."
It happened that the light was red in front, and he stepped on the brakes and turned his head and asked, "Did you do it on purpose?"
Zhong Jiuyin denied: "Of course not. Coincidence, these are all coincidences. I was not going to read the comments online."
Yan Cheng stared at her, then touched the medicine on the middle storage box and said, "If you have nothing to do, take more medicine."
"Your care is so special. I will buy you so many medicines when I have the chance."
"Let this poisonous cake be left for others to eat." After the red light, he started the car again, holding the steering wheel in his hand.
The silver dial refracted a ray of light from a certain angle, and Zhong Jiuyin narrowed her eyes.
Yan Cheng happened to see her when he turned right. Seeing her lustful, he calmly said: "You can restrain yourself, Miss Octopus."
His eyes were like the octopus' feet, and he was drilled into his neckline.
Zhong Jiuyin didn't understand, and she didn't do anything, so she was restrained or not.
But she still said, "Okay, I won't disturb you from driving."
It is really terrible that the car accident can directly knock the original owner out of the way, so it is better to be safer.
When the car drove back to Zhong Jiuyin's house, they didn't rush to get off the car and had a few polite words.
Zhong Jiuyin asked him: "Do you want to go up and sit?"
Yan Cheng: "What do you do?"
Zhong Jiuyin: "Kiss one."
Yan Cheng: "Just kiss?"
Zhong Jiuyin: "If you want, you can also touch it."
Yan Cheng: "...No. You can go up by yourself."
He untied her seat belt and mentioned that he was flying abroad to film on Wednesday.
"I'll leave the day after tomorrow and will only rush back on Friday night to shoot the last episode on Saturday."
"Oh." Repeat the schedule with her, it's not her job.
Yan Cheng waited for a while, but before she could say anything, he took a deep breath and asked patiently: "You have nothing to say? I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, and I won't have much chance to accompany you in a short period of time."
"That's a shame."
"...Go up." He wouldn't have his heart hurt when he looked at him.
Zhong Jiuyin looked at him and laughed at himself.
"Just just joke, don't mind. Let's leave the day after tomorrow, otherwise you can come back tomorrow. We will have enough credits for the next few days in advance to ensure that you won't miss me when you go abroad."
Yan Cheng took a breath again: "I really thank you for your careful consideration."
"So will it come tomorrow?"
"No."
"real?"
Yan Cheng stopped answering and stared at her with a bare face.
She laughed again and leaned over and kissed him.
"Will you go up and sit now, or come tomorrow?"
There is only one choice, no blank options. Her tone and eyes emphasize that she is definitely not just talking.
Yan Cheng felt like he was ordered to go to the private room for special services. He put his elbow on the steering wheel, pressed his fingers on the temple, and then said in a suffocation.
"tomorrow."
Zhong Jiuyin nodded: "It's okay. It's okay. It's better to have a buffering day when we meet every day. A healthy relationship must stand the test of separation and dullness at the same time."
Yan Cheng: "It's not called parting a day apart, and we have never been together casually."
"Isn't this called being ordinary? There is no ups and downs of love, hate, and love, and there is nothing else but kissing."
Yan Cheng asked her: "What if there is love, hate, and love?"
After asking, he felt that he was abnormal, so why did he play such a plot game with her? He was probably so crazy that his brain was eaten by the hammer.